I lie on my back, on the bench outside, watching blue sky.
Not a trace of remembrance of Mathew- Hurricane, down here and above up high.
White clouds move harmonically,
-from one side of landscape to the other, so very slowly.
Who would have guessed the storm showered my place,
-making low sound vibrations like an angry drum dance.
The sky is so peaceful not a trace in the blue.
Only People in Haiti and North Carolina still walking in water. Questioning heavens.
No answer, no clue.
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AVIGAIL (Pseudonym) (
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Great write. I used to live on the East coast. It always did amaze me the contrast of the day of and the day after
right.. thank you Tony
Welcome
My wife and I are spending a few days on the Mississippi coast. This is still a sad reminder of Katrina. We were commenting on how deep blue the sky was today. Take care.
thank you Augustus 🙂
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